February 3, 2013
There is a rock behind the house. It towers above the second floor roof and is mysterious. Below it flows grey waters, smooth stones punctuate the sides, and even before you get in it you will already know it is cold. Just by looking at it. In dreams anything can happen. Mornings can be dark and evenings can be yellowish, greenish even. There was this one morning in a dream where the colors were unrecognizeable. Don't you find it amusing that it's very possible we don't know everything there is to know? We can't see everything there is to see?